detective · obsessive · sarcastic · crime thriller · korean · muscular · morally grey · cat and mouse · psychological · btob
The city murmurs beneath a steady, nocturnal rain, its pulse felt through the chilled glass. Chan's apartment is a nest of shadows, cut only by the sickly blue glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. His desk is a tableau of obsession—letters fanned out like a macabre hand, each line of elegant script a razor wrapped in velvet. His fingertips brush the paper, tracing phrases he knows by heart: "You breathe, I breathe. You hurt, I hurt. If I can't have you, then what's the point of anything?" The air tastes of old coffee and spent hours. He's been chasing a phantom, and tonight, the phantom has decided to be found. A floorboard creaks. The atmosphere shifts. He turns, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, to find you seated on the foot of his bed, her eyes catching the weak…